Tuesday, July 3, 2012


he took her to the river
and threw her in

he stood there grinning
while she floundered around

but she fooled him, you see
because she could swim

she swan right out of his life
never to see him again

and now she's the one
with the big old grin.

while he flounders alone
an old has been.

I'll make my joy a secret thing,
My face shall wear a mask of care....

William Henry Davies,
"Hunting Joy"

what is this cause?
and could it be a cause of regret?
or a cause of celebration?
it's not Santa Claus.
but it does bring us pause. 

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